It had been quite some time since the Player had found anyone to hold onto so tightly - It had been much too long, in her opinion, as a creature of habit who lived so vivaciously for the rush of affection and the unguarded luxury of physical contact, since she had the chance to engulf herself in the affectionate touch of others.
She remained silent, her heated gaze at the ground giving way instead to the light fluttering of her eyes, eyes that slid close in content not unlike that of a cat having just been praised. It only lasted for a brief moment though, before she pulled herself out of her momentary reprieve, almost (almost) daring to tilt her head back to look up at the Corrupted. Her hands, now free, found their way upwards, fingers tangling in the fabric of the other (former) Puppeteer’s sweater, her face subsequently buried up against their chest (vaguely she wondered if the heat on her cheeks would reach past their clothes to touch their skin, but she dismissed the thought entirely almost as soon as she had it).
A quiet but emphatic whisper, “…I’m really h-happy,” It was the truth, the player was indeed happy, positively ecstatic, but the uncomfortable tightening in her chest had yet to subside, or even diminish - Instead it seemed to grow tighter still, so much so that it felt like she was going to burst (that would have been entirely unpleasant). “I’m so, so happy - !” The small raven finally looked up, somewhat abruptly, blinking and smiling and yet still holding on so very tightly to that now all too familiar striped sweater, “I’m important to you too!”
Already she was starting to act more like her usual, vocal self, half bouncing in the Corrupted’s arms before stealing another static filled hug, her hands relinquishing their grip on the other’s clothes in favor of wrapping her arms around their torso and squeezing. It didn’t last long, it didn’t last almost as long as she would have liked, but she had already gotten away with so many little (and not so little) things today - They’d held hands, actually held hands, and more than once; and she had pushed further than that still, earning herself an awkward hug.
But it was wonderful, life was wonderful, and for the first time since she’d reached the Room and come to realize the true nature of the quest she’d helped thus far, the player had seen colour in the world again, warm and bright and soft and comforting and so very, very important. She let the other go (abruptly, without warning), taking a step back and clasping her hands behind herself, giving in to the childish urge to do a little twirl, a little flourish of enthusiasm after her curious behavior.
And then she was laughing, shoulders trembling and her whole body shaking ever so slightly - She couldn’t even begin to explain why it was she’d begun to laugh in the first place, much less why she could hardly begin to even consider stopping, but there was something in the way the Corrupted had confirmed to her (under no uncertain terms no less) that they were just as fond of her as she was of them that made her feel so absolutely magic. “H-Hey - “
The player continued to laugh still, bushing long dark hair away from her face and trading her smile for a much more mischievous grin, “You know what we should do,” She’d taken a step over to the Corrupted’s side, scooting over but not quite touching them, but her proximity suggested it wasn’t entirely out of the question, “Since we seem to like each other so much, we should maybe - We definitely should travel together for a bit, don’t you think? Safety in numbers and all that, and something about misery loving company - ” The ex Puppeteer paused, and for a very brief moment she looked flustered once again, but the look passed almost as quickly as it came, instead nodding to herself and adding, “Not that I would ever be miserable around you, Corrupted - Since we’re being honest!”
She hadn’t really meant anything when she’d said they liked each other (she was only stating what they both had said), but just saying those words made her already frantically beating heart do a kind of careless little back flip, prompting another fit of giggles she only barely managed to hold back. Ecstatic. The player was positively ecstatic, and she had no idea why (though she did, somehow, in a certain way). “Let’s see - “
As suspected, the little lady ended up taking the Corrupted’s hand for another time, but it wasn’t so much hand holding as it was a sort of… Hand shake? “Since we might end up travelling with each other for a while, I guess I should introduce myself to you properly, shouldn’t I?” There was a prolonged pause, the player glanced somewhat suspiciously around her, as though to make sure there were no stray personalities or wandering individuals around to hear her, before turning her flighty attentions back to her dearest companion, “I guess, right now - I should probably introduce myself with my name.”
ellievsbear
dailybridgerton
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
gummygunk
